Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 68: what you’re looking at

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DARKE DARRELL. 59 ‘‘ Are you ready for breakfast, Darke?” he heard Leotine ask. ‘“Yes,” he answered, thrusting the picture into his pocket. *¢T’ll wait,” Leotine said. He opened the door. She was neatly dressed, and looked as if she had not lost a minute’s sleep. ‘“Come,” catching his hand in a child-like way. ‘Oh, how thoughtless!” exclaimed Darke, breaking away from her. He darted to the bed, and took his watch and revolver from under the pillow. ‘Don’t part with that,” Leotine meaningly said, as Darke thrust the pistol into a pocket on his hip. ‘* Tim Jordan will carry one hereafter. He didn’t like the way you kept him at bay yesterday.” «« Will he be at the breakfast-table?” Darke asked. ‘Yes, You need not fear him. Aunt Carlina is against him. You and I should be more than a match for any treachery he may plot. Still, I feel constrained to say that he needs pink watching. ‘There isn’t much honor about him, if any.” ‘¢T’l] watch him,” replied Darke. They descended the front stairs, she holding his hand in the same artless way as before, as if he needed to be shown the way, as if it was necessary for her to give him con- fidence. Aunt Carlina and Tim Jordan were seated at the break- fast-table. Darke nodded to Tim, and the fellow was so much of a churl as to refuse to respond to the recognition. «Tt is scarcely necessary for me to introduce you sy gen- tlemen,” the woman said, with a grim smile. «We have met before,” Darke said. ‘¢T hope you will keep the peace,” she suggested. «¢ We are in the presence of ladies,” was Darke’s reply. Eomicbooks (E()